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did indeed,” he said and then motioned toward home plate. “Let’s sit there.  It’ll give you a great perspective on the field.”
    “Lead the way,” I said, though he fell into step beside me as I walked as quickly as I dared in my heels.
    “How long have you been a journalist?” he asked.
    “I’m the one asking the questions here,” I said with a smirk.  The truth was that I always feared that professionalism deteriorated as soon as personal details on my side were involved.  Not that many people would take a “Sexiest Men in Sports” article as serious journalism, but it helped to be consistent.
    “Has the interview started already?” he asked.
    “It started the minute I walked into this place,” I said.  As we neared the seats, I pulled a small silver tape recorder and a leather-bound notepad out of my bag.  The paper wasn’t exactly necessary, but it helped with the aforementioned professional appearance.
    “Fair enough,” Grayson said, opening a gate behind home plate and guiding me up the concrete steps to a couple of seats about five rows behind home plate.
    “My favorite seats in the house,” he said, putting his large hands behind his head and leaning back, his elbows spread wide.
    “Oh yeah?  Why is that?” I asked.
    “Well, I guess it’s been so long since I’ve been to a baseball game I wasn’t playing in that I forget just how big these parks can be,” he said, his eyes focused into the vague distance above the outfield, and then he fell silent.  Eager to get going, I began with what I thought would be an easy question and switched my recorder on.
    “So, how does it feel to be one of Top Press’s sexiest men in sports’?” I asked, and he let out a small chuckle.
    “I guess it’s a surprise more than anything,” he said. “I’ve spent so much of my time in the past ten years focused on other people that I almost thought it was a joke when Stan called me about the piece.”
    “So you don’t consider yourself sexy?” I asked, attempting to throw him off the way he had with the good-looking comment earlier.
    “I consider myself a lot of things,” he answered immediately and honestly, “but I don’t think sexy would be in my top fifty.”
    “Well you’ve certainly captured the hearts of a lot of our readers. Why do you think that is?”
    “I’m assuming they’re all Chicago Riot fans,” he said with a smirk, which I returned.
    “Fair enough. When you’re not playing baseball, how do you spend your time?” I asked.
    “Up until about six months ago, I was in a serious relationship which took up a lot of my time, so right now I’m trying to find some new hobbies and things to occupy my time.  I took a cooking class last month and I’ve also been thinking about adopting a dog,” he answered, dropping the relationship topic before I was quite ready to talk about it.  Megan had mentioned that Grayson had an ex-fiancée who broke his heart or something earlier this year, but I wasn’t planning on bringing that up until the end of the interview.  Whatever, I could piece this together however I wanted, but my flow was interrupted regardless.
    The interview continued, interrupted only twice.  The first was Stan arriving with my iced tea, and the second by my photographer calling to let me know the shoot was ready in the outfield whenever we were done.
    I asked Grayson about everything from his family to his charity causes. He was extremely active in a charity bringing together kids in local pickup games in underprivileged areas.  His eyes lit up when he talked about the way these kids loved to learn the game and how he hoped it would lead to a decrease in gang activity and high school dropouts.  As sweet as it was to hear, I knew our readers wanted to hear about his love life, but for some reason I was hesitant to bring up the subject of the ex-fiancée again.  I knew I had to; it was the only thing Bernie told me I must discuss, the only thing our